Page 30 of The Blood Moon Hunt

With a swift, powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside Selene's tight heat. She cries out, her body tensing as she adjusts to my substantial girth stretching her open.

"Fucking perfect," I grunt, savoring the exquisite sensation of her velvet walls gripping me. "You weremade for this, weren't you? To be used and claimed by a superior being like myself."

I set a relentless pace, pounding into her with deep, punishing strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with our ragged breathing and her high-pitched whimpers.

"That's it, take it all," I growl, reaching around to pinch and roll her nipples. "You're nothing but a vessel for my pleasure, and you'll thank me for it when you're overflowing with my cum."

Selene's body shakes with the force of my thrusts, her nails digging into the rough bark of the log as she tries to anchor herself. I can feel her inner muscles spasming around me, signaling her approaching orgasm.

"Don't you dare come without permission," I snap, pulling out just as she's about to crest. "You'll do as you're told, slut. Now, beg for my forgiveness and maybe, just maybe, I'll grant you release."

I leave her teetering on the brink, my cock throbbing with the need to claim her fully. But I'll make her work for it, reveling in her desperation and the sweet taste of control.

Selene throws her head back in laughter, the melodic sound echoing through the forest. With a flick of her wrist, an invisible force pushes me back, halting my advances. She grins wickedly, one hand trailing down her body to circle her clit.

"Please, spare me your pathetic attempts at domination," she scoffs, her fingers moving faster, coaxing her body towards its peak. "I'm beginning to learn just how powerful I really am."

Her hips buck as she nears the edge, her face contorting in ecstasy. I catch a glimpse of something ancient and potent within her - a beauty so mesmerizing, it threatens to consume me whole.

"No...it can't be..." I mutter, transfixed by the sight of her raw, unbridled power. Despite my weakening state, I'm compelled to reach out, desperate to grasp and claim that radiant essence.

With a final, triumphant cry, Selene shatters, her orgasm washing over her in waves of intense bliss. As she comes down from her high, she turns to me, a smug smile playing on her lips.

With a flick of her wrist, she releases me from her mental hold. I stumble forward, catching myself before I fall. Overcome by anger and desire, I grab Selene's face, holding her still as I thrust into her mouth. My actions are met with resistance, but I persist, driven by primal urges.

I plunge deeper, choking her as I lose control. Finally, I erupt, filling her mouth with my load.

The first light of dawn creeps over the horizon, soft and golden, bathing the forest in a quiet stillness. My body feels heavy, muscles aching from the intensity ofwhat just happened. I can still taste her on my lips, still feel the warmth of her skin pressed against mine. But it wasn’t enough.

She stopped me.

I lie there in the grass, staring up at the fading moon as my power slips away with the rising sun. Beside me, Selene is sprawled out, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her eyes half-lidded but wide awake. She’s exhausted, too, but not in the way I’d hoped.

Her power—it flared at the last moment, keeping me from taking her soul, from sealing the bond that I should have claimed. I grit my teeth, the frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but there’s no point in fighting it now. The sun is here, and with it, my strength has been stripped away, leaving me vulnerable.

I turn my head slightly to look at her, and for a moment, there’s a strange silence between us. Not the charged kind that usually hums when we’re together, but something quieter, softer. The air is still cool, dew clinging to the grass around us, and for a brief moment, it feels like the world has stopped. No Hunt. No warlocks. Just us.

I hate how much I want her.

“You held me off,” I say finally, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. It’s not a question; it’s a fact. One that both impresses and irritates me to no end.

Selene turns her head to face me, her eyesshadowed, her lips slightly parted as she tries to catch her breath. "I did."

I let out a short, bitter laugh, more of a rasp than anything else. “You shouldn’t have been able to do that.”

She doesn’t respond immediately, just watches me with those unnerving eyes—eyes that seem to strip away all my defenses. There’s a flicker of guilt there, or maybe it’s something else, something closer to regret.

“I didn’t want to,” she admits after a long pause, her voice softer now. “But I had to.”

I stare at her, her words settling uncomfortably in my chest. Something about the way she says it... it feels like she’s talking about more than just the Hunt. Like she knows what this means for me, for the fire that constantly burns under my skin, that demands release.

“You’re stronger than I gave you credit for,” I mutter, almost begrudgingly, breaking the silence.

“And you’re weaker than you think,” she says, her voice light but firm. A faint smile tugs at her lips.

I snort, the sound more bitter than amused. “Only because of the sun.” But the truth gnaws at me. She stopped me. She shouldn’t have been able to, but she did. And if she can do that now, what happens when she realizes the full extent of her power?

The silence stretches again, but this time, it’s different. It’s quieter, reflective. The sharpness of the Hunt has dulled, leaving only the soft hum of the world waking around us. I shift in the grass, turning onto my side to face her fully. Her dark hair is tangled beneath her, her face streaked with dirt and dew, but the rawness of her disarray only draws me in more. There’s a kind of beauty in it—untamed, wild, and utterly her.

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